March 26, 2003

In the spirit of Bill Bridges, I've come up with an anti-war poem of my own:

Stop it, Mr. Bush.
Taking lives is going to help?
Unilateral murder of thousands?
Is it easy to sleep at night, Mr. Bush?
Do you care?

How does it feel to kill babies, Mr. Bush?
Innocent little babies?
Presidents shouldn't do that, but then, you wouldn't know.
Pause and reflect, Mr. Bush.
If you continue on this course,
Elections aren't the only things you'll steal.

Freedom fries aren't the issue, Mr. Bush.
All your bombs can't blow up the truth.
George W. Bush, wake up!
Smell the crying children.

Posted by Jim Treacher at March 26, 2003 08:45 PM